Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.